The Past Bites
Had a fight with my roommate again
Never going back
The forests will raise me
Wounds hidden beneath my dark fro
Comb won’t penetrate the dark canopy of curls
Woven with genes from traumatized ancestors
Fore Mothers who were owned
Sold off for cattle and beads
Cowrie shells and grains
Beer streaming down the oess’
Of chiefs and respected elders
Celebrate before dawn
Make merry while the darkness reigns
Enjoy the lunar faces
Gibbously crescent
Cheer on the shooting stars dashing to the horizon finish lines
Demolish their lines of defense
Show no mercy to the aging signs
Break every rule on the highway of that four-letter word
Time will one day remind you of how you left so
Many stones unturned
The water streaming down from the ice capped summits
Missed
Not long from now, you will wish you relived this day
You’ll look back
With Fomo
With a wish
In a whish
You’ll realize
These were the best day of your life
Different name
No wife
No kids
No hope
The sun rose and despised the shadow that adorned the skies
Looked down on you with a scorning face
Scorching your skin
Smoking your herbs
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Blowing your freedom
Lost in your home
Home: in your mind it’s all familiar
Everything seems identical
Same sun, Same sky
But wait, the soil
The earth turned red from soaking up all the blood cells
Rich ancestries, wealthy lineages turned to compost
Fertile soils; full of potential souls, conquerors and queens
Slain by the end of a fire stick
Snatched and made wives by sons of hell
Chalk skin — blue eyes — weak hair
White walkers
Clothed to the ankles
Shielding their cold hearts
Hurting the lives of natives
Confusion stings our minds
From a young age they told us
Welcome guests and send them back home with food and expensive gifts
However,
This visitor won’t leave
Everyday he makes us heave
Disrespect on every turn, ticking each of our pet peeves
Now all the women are bereaved
Dead or worse; missing
Dads retreating to forests and caves
Batmen and Simba await
Determined these men and women
Die by the jaws and claws of nature they preferred
Other than bow to the bows and ties of John
Sickened by the treatment of visitors who’ve overstayed
Tears and pain flow from their corneas to the universe
Save us from the bullies and cowards
Prayers to the clouds
Strike every butterfly this season
Dry all the
Flooded eyes
Silence the thick accents
Red smoke blinding the skies
I have to go back
Judge me not
